Aunt Elsa's Maid

The silver bell.

Aunt Elsa’s Maid

 

By Elton Camp

 

Aunt Elsa always had a thing to tell

Each visit she picked up a silver bell

“To call my maid, this is what I use.

She comes and does what I choose.”

 

But, somehow the maid was away

Whenever it was our visiting day

Aunt Elsa had a most ordinary job

Yet she had the demeanor of a snob

 

But her sophistication she did parade

Continually reminded us of her maid

We all acted just so very impressed

Did no harm to go along, we guessed

 

We didn’t the actual fact misconstrue

The “maid” when the words were true

Wasn’t a servant the bell could seek

But  a cleaning lady one day a week